Chapter 8: The Formal part 1
Fang: Finally! Gosh I thought you would never make it to this part!
Me: Sorry. Enjoy!
Fang: Happy?
Me: Hehe, yes.
Fang: Good.
Disclaimer: I don't own Max Ride JP does. Just thought you might want to know.
Gabby POV
I get out of my mom's station wagon with Cali at my side. Cali finds her date and tells me good luck and walks away. I go to the spot Nick and I agreed to meet. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. What if he does kiss me? When would he do it? Did my breathe smell good? I did the breathe test and agreed that it smelled minty from the tic tacs I had.
While I was waiting I saw Marci and Dylan come up the steps towards me. My excitement was now replaced by anger and sadness. Marci came up to me in her way too high, high heels.
"Poor Gabby, let me guess? No date? Shocker," Marci said with a smirk.
"Actually I do have a date, since I dumped your boyfriend's sorry ass I decided to move on," I said with the same smirk, mocking her.
"Who would ever be desperate to go to dance with you?" She said. Okay that hurt.
"Nick Ride," I said with a choke.
"That silent giraffe? Wow good job, a mute as a date, you lucky girl," She said.
"Yeah, but-"
"Okay listen you pathetic twig. You think you're so pretty in that dress well you're not and to prove that your boyfriend cheated on you, for four months, yeah he was so bored with you he actually had to cheat and well I was happy to oblige. And just because you got another date doesn't mean you are not pathetic, and one other thing-"
She was cut off by Nick who pushed her away from me. I felt hot tears falling down my cheek. I felt icky and hurt and stupid. But I couldn't help but feel good because Nick was fighting for me.
After Nick pushed Marci, Dylan shoved Nick into the railing making him flip over into the bushes.
"Nick!" I yelled and then I slapped Dylan, hard, and he shoved me. Then Marci and Dylan walked inside. I felt more tears flow down my face while I watched them walk inside. I ran down the steps to the bushes where Nick was lying. He got up and I helped him wipe bush off his suit.
"You have bush in your hair," I picked bush out of his hair and I felt like a monkey picking bugs out of his partners hair. The thought made me laugh and he started to laugh which was the most wonderful thing in the world. After we stopped laughing he wiped the tears off of my face and then kissed me. He had his strong and callused hands on my cheeks. My hands just hung by my sides. We were kissing for at least a minute when he moved his arms around my hips and my hands went around his neck. His lips were soft and wonderful and he was so gentle but strong like he was protecting me. It was a good feeling. the funny part was is that even with heels I had to go on my tippy toes to reach his face.
We finally broke apart and we just stared at each other. My brain was fuzzy and I couldn't think. I looked into his dark eyes and I saw...happiness. Like he was smiling with his eyes. After a couple of minutes of staring I broke off and took his hand. I turned around and lead him to the school and we walk in on a slow song. We got on the dance floor and again I put my arms around his neck and he put his hands on my hips. We swayed to the music and all I could do was stare into his beautiful, dark eyes. We were just about to kiss again but the shattering of glass broke us apart.
All I could think of is: WTH!
Fang: Language!
Me: Don't act so surprised.
Fang: No, I'm just shocked.
Me: Isn't that the same thing?
Fang: I don't know. That's why i went to school!
Me: So, so true.
